Poor But Honest

On a bridge a midnight
Picking blackheads from her crotch
She said, "Sir, I've never had it."
I said, "No, not fucking much."

It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a fucking shame

She stood on the bridge at midnight
Throwing snowballs at the moon
She said, "Sir, I've never had it."
But she spoke to fucking soon.

Chorus

She stood on a bridge at midnight
She was looking rather good
She had a puppy with her
Licking up her menstrual blood.

Chorus

She stood on the bridge at midnight
Looking at a distant punt
She had a kitten with her
Licking discharge from her cunt.

Chorus

1980. Transcribed from the recording on the Compleat Rugby Songs double LP issued by Sportsdisc records